Another week of war. Really loving the new winter trees.
Jurgen discovers that you do indeed meet a better class of people in the vertical.
He's just not one of them.
He has gotten a few shots off, but has been denied much credit for his works.
Ah, well. He has the pride in knowing that he is serving the Fatherland.
Bailey has been doing better.
He had one of those defining WOFF moments yesterday, where he went from this:
in about two seconds.
That was a looooong glide home,
followed by a somewhat longer walk. Again, with the engine off and the wind whistling through the distant trees, WOFF delivered one of its signature moments where you really feel like a stranger in a strange land.